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with a devil on the shoulder

Sometimes, Sam looks across the tiny motel room and at the guy sprawled on his bed and wonders how it ended up like this. Lucifer riding shotgun... the real Lucifer. It's a million kinds of bad news and yet here they are, hunting, and probably slowly driving each other crazy.

Sam knows he's got to be going a little crazy, because sometimes Lucifer's company isn't even really that horrible. He's useful on hunts too. He knows plenty of lore, can pinpoint weaknesses with frightening accuracy.

And for now at least, Lucifer seems to accept that Sam's not going to agree to be his vessel again and that the apocalypse is off the table.

Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts, he nudges his laptop aside. "You want to go out? I'm starving now."

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He growled softly at those words, pulling back to meet Lucifer's eyes heatedly. It was hard to pull away, hard to make eye contact when all he wanted to do was sink into Lucifer and explore every inch of that warm body beneath his, but--

"You're sure you want to go that far?"

His fingers tangled in his hair, just tight enough to get his attention. "I am always certain, Sam." Even now, as a powerless human, Lucifer had lost none of his confidence, none of his certainty. He would yield for no one - except for Sam.

"Are you?" Because Sam pulling away, regretting what they were about to do the next day - Lucifer would call a halt to everything if Sam hesitated. Sex would be wonderful to explore, but not at the expense of what they've built so far.

The way those fingers tightened did get his attention, eyes darting up to meet Lucifer's eyes. It was the truth. He could see how certain Lucifer was, not a doubt on his face. He licked his lips absently as he debated that question. Was he sure?

"Yeah... yeah, I am." And that was also the truth. He knew there were a lot of reasons he shouldn't be, but none of those seemed to matter at all. He just wanted this.

"Wait here? Gotta grab somethings."

Lucifer darted in for another hungry kiss before releasing Sam to get whatever he needed. He trusted Sam's answer, that there would be no regret the next morning, no recrimination and none of the rather typical Winchester self-doubt. Neither of them should want this, but that wasn't stopping him from watching Sam with an almost predatory gaze as he rummaged in his bag for supplies.

Sam returned soon enough with the lube and condoms stashed away in his bag. He placed them within easy reach before he leaned back over Lucifer, kissing him again. He only broke it to start discarding his own layers of clothes.

There was just too much between them right now.

Finally. Even a moment without the warmth of Sam's body over his was too much and Lucifer made a hungry noise into the kiss, reaching to help him slide his shirt up and over his head.

First Sam's clothes, he wants to feel the warm slide of his skin beneath his hands before Lucifer removes his own.

Sam doesn't protest the help Lucifer's giving him with his clothes. It makes it all go quicker and as soon as they're out of the way, his own hands go to work helping Lucifer out of his. He wants this too much now, his body lighting up with desire and the urge to be closer.

His mouth seeks out Lucifer's again for a hungry kiss, deeper than the others.

He's been drawn to Sam since his birth, been waiting for him since his creation. With a needy sound he shifts beneath Sam, hands spanning up his back and along his shoulders. Everything is different as a human, far more intense and Lucifer groans against Sam's mouth, kissing down his neck.

Now where the hell did that lube go? With a frustrated sound, he cast around the bed, searching for the small plastic bottle.

He fumbles, reaching for the lube they put aside when he notices Lucifer searching for it. It takes a bit, but the bottle is soon in his hands. He coats his fingers hastily, meeting Lucifer's eyes.

"Want you," he murmurs huskily, nudging at Lucifer's knees with his own to part them.

"Yes, Sam." And he knows that it's a bit ironic, the Devil saying yes to Sam this time. He nips at his shoulder, parting his thighs easily. Lucifer could never deny Sam, not since they'd both been changed by the fall.

"I've always needed you."

The irony isn't lost on Sam and despite himself, he grins. Having Lucifer underneath him, asking for this, wanting this... he likes it. He wants it.

With access now, he lowers his hand to press a slick digit into Lucifer as his mouth busies itself over his shoulders and down his chest, nipping carefully at the skin. "I'm here."

And even as a human, his line of pleasure and pain is a bit blurred. But millenia in the Cage will do that to anyone. He shoves himself down on Sam's finger with a low, rumbling groan, seeking more.

Sam was there. He was always there. Steadfast and sure that as a human Lucifer would make himself useful on hunts. He'd fully expected the hunter to simply kill him. But he didn't. He had faith in him - something his missing Father and brothers didn't even have.

"I know Sam. You've always been here. My Sam."

He smiled at those words, something a little softer and more genuine. He leaned in to kiss him again, deep and heated as he added a second finger, opening Lucifer up. This was going to change things, he was sure.

There was no way that it couldn't change things.

But he wanted it. He wanted it bad. Whatever it would bring, they'd deal with it.

That smile. He'd walk back into the Cage for that smile, for Sam. As it was, Lucifer could only groan against his lips as Sam slid another finger inside him, working him open and ready.

Everything had changed the moment he woke up mortal. At first Lucifer had thought it a curse, a final display of his Father's terribly twisted sense of humor. But maybe it wasn't. Sam had faith in him and if he could, if he could care for him enough to want this, to take him to his bed, then maybe he really wasn't the Unwanted and Unforgiven any more.

He hissed out a needy sound, rocking back against Sam. "Now Sam. Please."

Sam kept telling himself that he shouldn't want him, shouldn't let his guard down... and it hadn't worked. He had. He did want him, did want to believe this second chance was for real.

At the urging, he slicked himself up and adjusted his position over Lucifer so he could push in. It was all heat and want and Sam couldn't think of one reason to fight it when he wanted it so bad. His lips sought out Lucifer's as he sunk into his body.

It would have been safer to simply deny himself what he wanted, to keep those walls in place and remain distant. Defy his final punishment with his last stubborn breath. And if he'd been bound to anyone else? He might have.

Sam was special, he had been since the day he was born. Made just for him in every way.

Fingers tangled in his hair, groaning against his lips as Sam sank into him, filling him completely.

Sam's mouth left Lucifer's to pepper kisses along his shoulders, across his neck, and anywhere else he could reach while he pushed into Lucifer with a steady pace. The closeness only made him long for more, had him feeling feverish and needy.

There wasn't any way that Sam could have denied himself this for much longer, denied Lucifer. They'd deal with whatever changed, whatever happened after.

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